Peerless Pirates

The mountain road was dark, and Song Zheng had completely lost his way to the Tower of Babel.

It was almost midnight, and the moon in the sky was covered by a layer of mist, hazy. It was surrounded by dense forests that were so thick that they couldn't be broken. The forest paths seemed to be completely covered, making people feel like they were falling into the desolate mountains. among.

Ever since he was lucky enough to escape with Lang Bochuan on his back two hours ago, Song Zheng had been running away. He didn't dare to go along the more familiar roads of the Patriarch's Hall or Gaotai Mountain, which were two dead ends. He could only go along the unknown road. Running on trails is a bit unruly.

In the dense forest in the mountains, even though the moonlight was bright, Lang Bochuan could not tell the road. What's more, due to blood loss, Lang Bochuan's face was pale, his body was like chaff, and his mind was dizzy. Fortunately, the assassins were not familiar with the road. In the Song Dynasty, Zheng ran without hesitation and finally got rid of them.

Song Zheng stopped and listened for a while, but couldn't hear anything, so he stopped in a leeward place, untied Lang Bochuan, cut a few handfuls of grass, placed them behind him, and let him lean on a stone. .

"Your Highness, how are you?" Song Zheng shook Lang Bochuan's arm.

"I can hold on... I can hold on!" Lang Bochuan answered mechanically, with his eyes closed tightly and his body limp on the couch. If Song Zheng hadn't supported him, he wouldn't even be able to sit still.

Song Zheng touched Lang Bochuan's forehead, it was cold, as if there was a layer of frost; he touched his neck again, it was still cold.

I checked the place where Lang Bochuan was stabbed, and there was no scab yet. He was stabbed quite deeply, and he bled a lot. Fortunately, no arteries were inserted, and his life was not in danger. What is really fatal is the current weather, and... Lang Bochuan’s own fighting spirit.

It's the first month now, and the weather is very cold. Except for the sunny areas on the slopes, most of the mountain peaks are still covered with white snow. This brings inconvenience to Song Zheng's escape, so he tried not to choose mountain roads that are too high along the way. This will prevent the snow tracks on the road from exposing your hiding place.

However, this coldness is deadly. As a prince, had Lang Bochuan ever suffered so much? Song Zheng had no choice but to take off his coat and put it around Lang Bochuan. The coat was stained with blood. , ****, as if coated with a layer of plasma.

Lang Bochuan's thigh was sticky and the blood stains were not open. Due to time constraints, he just tied a cloth strip at the root of his thigh. This could not completely stop the bleeding.

Running around here and there, always trembling violently, Lang Bochuan's leg injury could not fully heal. This was also a reason for his excessive blood loss.

Song Zheng carried the gold wound medicine on him. This was a habit he had developed in his previous life, and it came in handy today. He used the fish intestine sword to cut open Lang Bochuan's clothes, exposed the wound, applied the gold wound medicine, and tore it apart. The next piece of cloth was half a foot wide and was wrapped several times.

Lang Bochuan groaned in pain and shook even more violently. However, he still did not open his eyes. Song Zheng knew that his body was too weak. If he could not find a resting place for a long time, he might have to answer tonight.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!" Song Zheng called softly twice more.

Lang Bochuan hummed and murmured, "I...I'm so sleepy, let me sleep for a while."

How could Song Zheng dare to let him sleep? He was afraid that he would never wake up again. Under these conditions, he couldn't care less and patted Lang Bochuan's face several times. Lang Bochuan just waved weakly with his arms. For a moment.

Song Zheng had no choice but to put his hand on his wound and give him a hard hum.

"Howl..." Lang Bochuan cried out in great pain, but Song Zheng covered his mouth.

After twisting his neck twice, Lang Bochuan finally opened his eyes and immediately understood his situation.

Until then, Song Zheng sat down on the ground and took a few long breaths. Since practicing Chunyang Pu, Song Zheng's Qi pulse has been particularly long, and even he himself doesn't know where the limit is.

However, Song Zheng knew that today he really spared no effort and was really tired. He was even more tired than when he carried Se'er across the Yellow River a few years ago.

"Sir, where are we?" Lang Bochuan asked tremblingly. An extra layer of bloody clothes on his body did not make him feel much better.

Song Zheng smiled bitterly, "I don't know either. I ran away and got lost."

Lang Bochuan looked around in vain, and there were mottled tree shadows everywhere. Due to blood loss, Lang Bochuan's vision was a little blurry, and the strange mountains and rocks in the distance were like black monsters, trying to choose people and devour them.

Lang Bochuan shuddered and couldn't help but wrap himself in the bloody clothes again. It was still bone-chilling cold, "Sir, it's so cold..." Before he finished speaking, he realized that Song Zheng not far away was even thinner.

He lowered his head and looked at the clothes full of bloody smell. The scene two hours ago seemed to flood into Lang Bochuan's mind in an instant. President, Love is Not a Buying and Selling. He opened his lips tremblingly, but nothing came out. Nothing, just trembling all over.

Song Zheng sat for a while with a cup of tea. After a week of practice, his fatigue was relieved, and then he stood up. "Your Highness, please wait a moment while I go to a higher place to check the direction."

Lang Bochuan curled up again and nodded mechanically. Seeing this, Song Zheng went to the road again, cut off a big armful of thatch half a man tall, and scattered it all over Lang Bochuan. He didn't dare to raise the fire, so he naturally Afraid of being discovered by the enemy.

Song Zheng walked up forty or fifty feet and saw a huge boulder in front of him on the left, so he climbed up along the big tree.

Standing on the boulder, he looked around, looking for the appearance of the mountain, and briefly recalled the specific process of his escape. Song Zheng frowned.

At the moment, he doesn't know where he is. The only certainty is that he has gone deep into the mountains behind Qingcheng. The mountain roads are becoming more and more desolate, and there are fewer and fewer traces of people.

"We can't go any further in." Song Zheng said to himself. If he goes further in, there will be hundreds of miles of mountain peaks. Song Zheng himself is not sure that he can get out, let alone having to carry Lang Bochuan on his back.

After carefully confirming the direction, Song Zheng walked down the rock. Once again using inhumane methods to wake up Lang Bochuan, Song Zheng tied him to himself and walked along the open space in the mountains and forests.

"Your Highness, who do you think should assassinate us this time?" In order to prevent Lang Bochuan from sleeping, Song Zheng had to find a topic.

"No...I don't know." Lang Bochuan replied weakly.

"It's not that Your Highness doesn't know, it's just that he doesn't dare to admit it." Song Zheng had to pick out some words that could stimulate Lang Bochuan. Only by mobilizing his various emotions could Lang Bochuan keep his mind clear.

After a long time, Lang Bochuan replied, "He is at the border, how could he do such a thing?"

Song Zheng smiled softly, "Did Prince Dan follow Jing Ke to Qin?"

"I treat him well." Lang Bochuan tensed up, obviously a little excited.

"Sometimes this kind of thing is only about success or failure, regardless of human feelings. Does your Highness not know what has happened to the Xuanwu Sect?"

"If he wants the throne, I can give it to him." Lang Bochuan said reluctantly.

"It would be better if you die cleanly, so you don't have to worry about it."

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Under Song Zheng's constant stimulation, Lang Bochuan remained awake and argued with Song Zheng from time to time. Poor Song Xiaolang, while carrying Lang Bochuan up the mountain road, was thinking about how to use words and sentences to annoy Lang Bochuan. It was not ordinary tired.

After gritting his teeth and crawling for two more hours, he still didn't meet any hunter-like family. There was no longer a road in the mountains and forests. Song Zheng sighed, his luck was not ordinary.

Seeing that Lang Bochuan could no longer hold on no matter how much stimulation he exerted, Song Zheng finally found a cave. After confirming that the cave was safe, Song Zheng put Lang Bochuan down.

Lang Bochuan couldn't hold on any longer, so Song Zheng quickly cut down branches and lit a fire. Out of confidence in his own foot power, Song Zheng also became bold.

Then, he got some dead grass and branches and built a straw bed for Lang Bochuan.

With the fire, Lang Bochuan's spirit improved a little.

A few feet inside the cave, there is a spot on the top of the cave where water is dripping down, forming a small pool below. The small stream formed by the pool water flows deep into the cave, and it is unknown where it leads.

Song Zheng found a dented piece of stone, got water, and burned it on the fire for a while. After the water boiled, he let it dry for a while and fed it to Lang Bochuan.

After drinking the hot water, Lang Bochuan regained his composure, stared straight at the roof of the cave, and remained silent.

Song Zheng fiddled with the branches and turned the fire up, then slowly said, "Your Highness, what are your plans for the future?"

After asking several times, Lang Bochuan didn't answer. He always looked up.

Song Zheng only had to make sure that he wasn't confused, and he didn't have the energy to care about anything else. Just when Song Zheng was about to close his eyes and rest for a while, Lang Bochuan's voice came, "Sir, do you really think you want to kill me?"

"I'm afraid he's not the only one."

"What do you mean?" Lang Bochuan asked in surprise.

"It should be said that they are a group of people." Song Zheng said with a smile, "Since ancient times, rebellions have to accumulate a certain level of strength before taking action. A mere marshal cannot cause a rebellion. On the other hand, as long as he embarks on this It's a road, and sometimes you can't stop even if you want to. Others will push you to do it."

Lang Bochuan nodded, "Are you saying that he also had no choice but to do so?"

"Confused!" Song Zheng couldn't help but rebuke angrily. He really didn't understand what Lang Bochuan was thinking. People wanted to kill him, but he was still thinking like this. Song Zheng had to speak more straightforwardly, "I mean , the assassination of His Highness the Prince must have been committed by more than one person. For example, how did the assassins go up the mountain tonight? The mountain is closed for sacrifices these days. Why do so many assassins come in? Jiang Kui is in charge at the foot of the mountain. What are you doing to eat?”

"Yes, Jiang Kui is an accomplice and wants to kill Jiang Kui!" Lang Bochuan said again.

"Alas!" Song Zheng sighed and couldn't help but shake his head. He also knew that today's events had greatly stimulated Lang Bochuan, and the loss of blood had made his brain semi-conscious. He was neither crazy nor crazy. It's considered normal. I'm afraid it will take three or two days to really recover and return to normal. It's not good to overstimulate him now.

Song Zheng still had some confidence in escaping from the clutches of the devil. However, Song Zheng was very worried about the situation outside the mountains and even in Chengdu. He didn't know if killing Lang Bochuan and Lang Boyan would satisfy Lang Boyan's appetite, or if there was anything else Are the means waiting?